Gay Erotic Stories

Their door was open so slightly. They expected me to be down the hall sleeping; they had no clue I’d heard them come in and stumble down he hallway. Now here I was, inches from my dad’s bedroom door, listening to the muffled grunts and groans on the other side of the door.

I peered through the open door. My heartbeat was so loud I swore they’d hear it. Then I did the unthinkable. Reaching out with trembling fingers, I pushed the door open ever so slightly and there I saw what I’d been trying for months to see.

My father was on his knees, his pendulous balls hanging in a low, fleshy sac beneath a thicket of black ass hair. His face was buried in the spread legs of a whore he’d picked up at the bar. Her knees were shaking as my father’s head rotated around and round, muffled slurping noises escaping like whispers.

My cock was straining against my boxers. My father came up for air and sighed loudly. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. I could hear their faces sliding over one another as her legs wrapped themselves around my father’s hairy ass. I couldn’t see because it was so dark, but her deep grunt and my father’s flexed ass told me he’d just sunk his cock deep inside her well-eaten pussy.

He slowly began to pump her pussy and she gasped with every thrust. I couldn’t help myself and grabbed my dick. Seeing the thick hair on my father’s Italian ass…knowing he was thrusting his manhood bareback into a whore’s pussy…watching this entire thing unfold as if they were performing exclusively for me…this was the stuff of dreams!

The humping became more furious. “Mas! Mas!” she whispered loudly. Then, with a upward arch of his back and the veins straining in his neck, my father unloaded his thick seed in her swollen cunt. I’d never witnessed something so erotic.

He hopped off of her – off of the bed – and a string of white cum swung like a rope from the tip of his cock. I’d never seen his erect cock before; it was so mesmerizing and huge that I nearly came thinking of it sliding in my ass. I wanted that whore to be me; I wanted his cum slimed all over my gaping hole.

It was just then, with my eyes fixated on my father’s member, that I noticed my reflection in his dresser mirror…and my father’s reflection staring back at me.

I couldn’t breathe! I had been caught. I couldn’t move…my mouth was dry. I nearly fainted when he spoke…

“Clean up time!” as if he’d never seen me, he fell to his knees and began to feast on her creamed vagina. She stretched her arms upward and moaned and arched her back in ecstasy. I’d not seen many women orgasm in my day, but there was no mistaking the view before me.

It was then that I saw my father’s left hand. It was pointing a finger at me, and then motioning me to come in and join him. It was over and over again – a rotation – first pointing, then “come here.”

And I did.

I opened the door quietly and crept near him. His hand patted the floor next to him and I instinctively knelt. He pulled his glazed face from her pussy and it was only then that I smelled her pungent cum. Winking at me, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into her hole. I’d eaten a few girls out in school so I did what I knew to do. The taste of her smooth cum mixed with the salty mustiness of my father’s spent seed nearly sent me over the top. I couldn’t believe this was happening but it was, and I wanted to make my father proud.

As I ate her pussy she kept her head back, eyes closed. Had she even noticed I was there? Dad pulled his face in close to mine, smelling the action taking place before him. His heavy arm draped my shoulders and he squeezed me close to him. I had never felt so close to my dad in all my life.

I ate her pussy more feverishly now. She moaned again and arched her back and I tasted a pearl of my father’s cum squeeze onto my tongue. I gulped it like a crazed lunatic. I was in euphoria. I repositioned myself and my father’s rough hands slipped down my back, rubbing me gently. Then they dropped lower and slipped into my boxer shorts. In a gentle yet firm manner, he ran his rough fingers directly down my sweaty ass crack and tickled the underside of my balls. I shivered and he felt it and took my free hand and placed it on his throbbing cock.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. My father stroking the crack of my ass, my face buried in his whore’s heated crotch, my hand gently massaging my father’s sticky prick. This continued for a few moments when my father pulled me away and took over where I was. His hand was back waving again but this time for me to leave. I did as he said and crept backwards out of the room, my shorts drenched in precum.

I sped back to my room as fast as I could, the memory of my sexcapade so fresh in my mind I could barely keep from exploding. …And explode I did! I had barely released my cock from my boxers when ropes of thick white cum shot up my chest and face. I was breathless.

Moments later my father entered my room. Without speaking he stuck his half-limp cock in my face. I instinctively opened my mouth and he stuck his plump sausage down my throat. His fingers swirled my chest, collecting my cum as best he could. He scooped my seed onto his fingertips and spread it across my lips and alongside his prick that was fucking my mouth. Within seconds he exploded his own cum down my throat, nearly gagging me.

He pulled his plug from my throat and leaned in close and kissed me on the cheek. “She’s passed out.” he said. “I love you kiddo. You did well.”

I could hardly sleep that night but when it finally came I dreamt of the stretched, swollen feeling my father’s cock made in my throat. I never slept so soundly…